Shared Wife Miranda: Sperm Count (Full Service Book 2) Read online

  “Aw fuck, baby!” Adin slams into her, resting on his hands over her back and riding her.

  “So, he stuck his tongue in my mouth instead,” Miranda says back over her shoulder, and she grips her husband’s head there and grinds against his thrusts until her orgasm reignites and thumps through her body.

  Once finished, Adin slumps on his back beside her. She snuggles to his chest, with her skirt still around her waist and her blouse open and hanging from her bare shoulders. Adin kisses and strokes her hair. It takes him a while to offer anything, “I hope I didn’t fuck things at work for you.”

  “I know. That was crazy. I can’t believe you punched him.”

  Adin kisses her head again. “He was touching my wife. He had it coming.”

  “So, another man touches me and you’re going to punch him?”

  “Pretty much….”

  “Even when it’s my own fault? And yours for letting me go to work half naked.”

  “Yep. That changes nothing…. You’re wearing wedding rings. Case closed.”

  “Really? You’re nuts!” Miranda says, giggling a little.

  “I don’t fucking buy it anyway, baby. He’s been hitting on you from the start and he knew you were married…. You giving in to the attention is secondary.”

  “Oh….” Miranda kisses her husband’s sweaty chest. “I did, didn’t I? I gave in to him….”

  “Yeah – seems so, baby…. That’s a whole other side to this that I don’t know how to feel about yet.”

  “Uh huh…. And what about the side to it where you virtually raped me, you were so turned on? How do you feel about that side of it?”

  Adin huffs. “Fucked if I know…. I was trying to spy on you this afternoon and saw you get in a car with him. And that fucking ripped my heart out. But then all that tension all day morphed into a raging fucking boner when I saw you lying there under the cover.” Adin chuckles sardonically. “And I’ve got no idea what all that adds up to.” He cranes his neck to look at Miranda. “I’m really sorry about being forceful with you like that, baby. I wasn’t thinking. I’ve just never felt like that before.”

  “It’s fine, Adin. I liked it.”

  “You liked it?”

  “Hell yes!” Miranda tells the man. “From my husband, I loved it.”

  “Oh…. So, I should be doing that more often?” Adin enquires curiously.

  “No. Never ever again!” Miranda kisses his chest some more. “Unless you’re so worked up horny and can’t possibly help yourself that is…. Then yes please – unless I actually say the word ‘no’.”

  Adin laughs and Miranda does too. “Fuck me,” he says. “What the fuck, baby – you actually let that guy feel your tits? Is that for real or are you just busting my balls?”

  “Hmm – I couldn’t help it. He really gets to me and I can’t think straight.”

  “Yeah, well, it’s not happening again. I’ll have to take you to work in the morning and confront the guy calmly – let him know to leave you alone.”

  “I know…. I want you to tell him now, Adin…. I don’t want to have to deal with this anymore.”

  Adin kisses Miranda’s head softly again. “Okay, I’ll deal with him, baby. I’ll need to have a word with Karl as well. It’s workplace harassment. Your boss needs to know this guy’s been cornering you in the kitchenette.”

  “Uh huh. We can see Karl together. I’ll tell him everything.”

  Chapter 7

  The meeting with the owner of the estate agency Karl the next morning is short. It’s 9.30 when Miranda and Adin are sitting across his desk. Carlton James had cleaned out his desk hours earlier and taken off. His employer had pulled the pin on the property deal and ended any further business with the firm.

  “It’s fine, Miranda. He was gone anyway with this sexual harassment. We don’t need their business at that price thanks very much.”

  Adin shakes the man’s hand and ushers his wife from the office. He calls in to take her to lunch that day and is there to drive her home. Adin keeps up his vigil for a couple of weeks until he’s satisfied Carlton James isn’t going to turn up out of nowhere to harass or hit on his wife anymore.

  “Enough already!” Miranda tells him one night in bed. “How about you stop stalking me and just relax?”

  “Yeah, baby, I will. I just wanted to be sure…. The whole deal with that guy was weird. I mean, what company would pull the pin on a multi-million dollar investment over one little incident like that? And I’ve looked into them and can’t see why on Earth they would have gone to a little firm like yours all the way down here in the first place…. The whole deal was weird. Including Carlton James and the way he went after you like that…. I mean – not that I wouldn’t have if I were him, of course.”

  “Yeah, lucky you added that last bit!” Miranda says with a giggle.

  “Baby, you’re hot. I think we just need to find a nicer guy for you to tease is all.”

  Miranda glares. “Oh really? So you can punch the poor fellow?” Adin grabs his wife’s ribs and tickles her. She’s thrashing about and screeching. “So, you want to use me as bait to lure some poor sap for a beating,” she gets out.

  Adin relents and rests back while his wife pulls her clothing into place then punches his arm. He pulls her into a cuddle and kisses her softly. “I wouldn’t go after the guy if we initiated it, baby. I mean – if we decided to and tried to tease someone.”

  “Yeah, but like who exactly, Adin? And what do you mean by teasing?”

  “I don’t know who. A stranger I suppose…. And to dress for attention.”

  “Mmm – that could be fun.”

  “Maybe just at a bar?” Adin goes on searchingly as he cups one of Miranda’s tits from beneath her arm. He strokes around the neckline of the negligee she’s wearing and stretches the fabric down to reveal that breast – the heavy globe alight with goose bumps and the small nipple tight.

  Miranda meets his kiss, moaning softly into his mouth while he bares her other breast as well. “Would you want me like this?” she asks, nipping Adin’s lower lip.

  “Yeah, I’d want the guy to get a good look,” he tells her. “And I’d want to be there somewhere watching.”

  “Mmm – I like that idea,” Miranda says into another kiss. “The Boardwalk would be perfect for that if you were up on the smoking balcony where guys stand looking down over the rail…. Plus I could get Sienna to come with me. She’d be so into that.”

  “Yeah, that’s exactly what I was thinking, baby. I could keep you safe and we could have some fun with it together this time….”

  “Mmm – and would you fuck me like you did that night?” Miranda teases with another half-kiss.

  “If I was worked up enough….” Adin strokes his wife’s face. “But completely braless, right? And with a top that opens enough for guys to see?”

  “Uh huh….. I’ve got a pretty blouse that will show everything if you want me to…. To any guy standing close to me – like dancing or anything.”

  Adin gulps. “Sounds good, baby. I hope it shows your nipples.” He rubs one with his thumb. Miranda turns and leans back against him. He feels both tits and teases the tight little raspberries. She watches his hands. He cups and takes the weight of her full breasts. “I’ve always noticed when guys try to get looks at these, baby. You’re tits are amazing though.”

  “Oh my god, Adin, do you seriously want to do this?”

  “I think we’ve both been thinking about it, baby…. How about we just try it and see if we want to keep going or back out? You’d only have to motion to the door and I’d have you out of the bar in two seconds flat.”

  “Or if you wanted to stop….” Miranda agrees. “If you came downstairs I’d know to come to you right away – before you punched someone.”

  They both laugh and cuddle up to go to sleep. Adin lies awake half the night with the idea churning in his head. When he wakes to Saturday morning Miranda is spooned in front of him. He kisses her cheek and sh
e squirms back against his usual morning erection. He runs a finger beneath the neckline of her negligee and bares her breasts again. She giggles. He leaves her there and goes for a jog before breakfast.

  It’s mid-morning when Miranda dresses for her day. She comes from the bedroom in denim shorts and a light pink tank top that is as if painted onto her unfettered breasts. Her heavy globes sway and jiggle as she walks, the white roundness of them bulging from the sides of her little top. “Let’s go for a beach walk?” she asks, kneeling on the lounge beside where Adin is sitting. “I could be a Baywatch babe and jog a little bit when it’s only men looking.”

  Adin gulps. “Okay let’s do it.”

  Miranda nods – her smile remaining there in her eyes but not curving her lips anymore. She plucks at the sides of her top. “This might not hold me in very well….”

  “Good,” Adin says evenly.

  Miranda nods again. “Okay then….”

  *

  It’s only a 15 minute drive to a beach a little out of the city. It’s a long sandy arc that attracts walkers and joggers. Adin and Miranda squeeze hands and part ways. Adin walks on ahead and turns to see Miranda has already caught the attention of a guy. He’s about their age and fit looking. It looks like he has simply approached the walkway through the fenced off nature strip at the same time as she has and has struck up a conversation. Adin waits and watches them stroll past, with the guy smiling and taking notice of Miranda’s jiggling tits. He soon leaves her and jogs on along the beach though, and Miranda gives Adin a teasing grin as he walks on past her.

  Miranda strolls along the water’s edge, and before long there’s another opportunity with two young guys walking towards her. She starts jogging well before they reach her. Her tits bounce wildly and bulge from each side of her top. The two guys blatantly watch her pass by, turning their heads and staring at her display. She passes Adin and smiles at him, continuing to jog as she approaches an older man who watches her blatantly as well. She then stops and stands looking out to sea while some mixed couples and women stroll by, and while Adin catches up.

  For the next mile, Miranda walks and still draws the attention of every man she passes. Adin keeps pace with her and just watches. She stops and looks out to see for a minute while another couple of family groups pass by. Adin has continued walking and passes the guy who had chatted with Miranda when they first arrived. Adin turns to follow close behind him. Miranda resumes jogging and keeps her eyes down as she approaches with one of her nipples exposed and her boobs bouncing obscenely. She stops before the guy reaches her and she starts stretching, lifting each arm and reaching back over that shoulder. It’s her left nipple that’s exposed, half of that tit bulging out the side of her little pink top. She keeps her eyes averted as the guy has a look at her. He has slowed and turns his head as he passes. “Nice rack,” he says with a big smile, and Miranda blushes as she glances at him.

  She looks down at herself. “Oops!” she says, giggling and pulling her top down in front. That stretches the arm hole to near her waist and exposes the full roundness of her breasts from the side.

  The guy has turned around and stopped. Adin detours up onto the dry sand and sits. The guy glances at him and shares a grin. “Hey, I was just thinking – you wouldn’t be Wendy’s sister, would you?” he asks Miranda. “Did we meet at her 30th a couple of months ago?”

  “Um – no – you must have me confused,” Miranda replies, still smiling, and welcoming the guy closer.

  “Oh okay…. No such luck for me….” He takes off his shirt and tosses it on the sand. “Are you going in?”

  “Yeah, I was thinking about it but it’s pretty cold.” Miranda is backing into the water, the gentle waves coming up to her knees. She bends to splash her arms and her top gets wet as well, her nipples then clearly visible through the fabric.

  The guy has edged into the water as well but is remaining a reasonable distance away. He watches another little group stroll by, and Adin and Miranda exchange a questioning look. The group have passed and the guy turns to watch Miranda again. She rakes back her hair and holds it with one hand while bending to splash water onto her neck. The guy moves closer. “So, are you from around here at all?”

  “No – only over for the day….”

  The guy takes another step and jumps with a small wave, moving to be right beside Miranda. She loses balance a little and he grabs her arm. She turns her back to him and he places his hands on her waist. She peers back over her shoulder and he whispers something Adin can’t hear. Miranda laughs and the guy falls back into another passing wave and pulls her with him. Miranda squeals about the cold water. The guy laughs but she pushes away from him and stands up. She clutches her top in front and wrings it. The guy moves around her and she turns to keep him in sight. She then lowers as another wave comes along, and when it’s gone her top is above her tits – the water level to her waist now, and she’s wringing her hair and holding it up.

  The guy drifts behind her again and she looks over to meet Adin’s gaze. Adin’s cock is firming as he watches his wife. She lowers beneath the surface of the water as another few people stroll by. The guy is chatting with her, their voices too low for Adin to hear what’s being said. There is a break in the walking traffic and Miranda rises a little. A wave recedes and exposes her bare tits again – her wet little top bunched above them. She lifts her top off and rinses it then wrings it out while still chatting and sharing smiles with the guy.

  It isn’t uncommon for women to go topless away from the flagged swimming area. There are a few women Adin can see from where he’s sitting who are sunbathing topless.

  Miranda is wading and floating around on her back, letting the guy she’s with have a good look at her. He’s keeping a reasonable distance but after a while begins to move closer, Adin notices. Then at one point a larger wave comes along and Miranda allows him to pull her back against his body again.

  She looks over at Adin. He measures a breath or two – his heart thumping. Miranda remains relaxed back against the guy while he continues chatting with her and making her smile and laugh. He’s looking down over her shoulder at her tits all the while. Adin can make out that he has an arm around her waist, but he doesn’t think the guy has felt her up at all yet. Miranda tilts her head against his as they exchange another word and smile. He nuzzles into her neck. She looks over at Adin again.

  Adin gets up and walks into the water. He dives under a wave and emerges quite close to his wife. The other man looks at him, startled but continuing to nuzzle Miranda’s neck. Miranda’s eyes are a little glazed, her lips apart. Adin moves closer and claims her arm, pulling her toward him and taking the back of her head to pull her into a kiss.

  “Hey, man, what the fuck?” the guy says, releasing her.

  Adin lifts his wife and carries her to shore without even looking back at his competition.

  “Fucking freaks!” the guy calls out.

  Miranda just cuddles around Adin’s neck. She’s watching the guy. Adin places her down and waits while she puts on her top. He then takes her hand as they walk along. She peers up from his shoulder, smiling. He winks and returns a smile. “That was fun,” he says.

  “It was…. He had such rough hands…. It was so nice.”

  “Yeah? Should I have let him have you for longer?”

  “No….” Miranda says softly. “He probably would have tried to kiss me and I might have let him.”

  “Oh yeah? You might have, huh?”

  “Uh huh…. Maybe….”

  Adin averts his gaze as they approach a well-built older guy staring at Miranda’s tits. She squeezes Adin’s hand and he squeezes back. Everyone they pass have a look at her – quite a few of the men staring blatantly while Adin pretends not to notice.

  They have dried off when Adin lifts his wife again and carries her squealing into the water. They float around for ages cuddling and kissing then Adin takes off his tee-shirt and puts it on his wife before they stroll back along the dry sa
nd to the car.

  Chapter 8

  The next Friday night Adin and Miranda meet up with Sienna at The Boardwalk. Adin has a drink with the girls then walks upstairs to a balcony overlooking the bar. There are exhaust fans built into the wall up there, drawing smoke out of the building – the windows also open and making the area passable as outdoor.

  There’s a DJ and small dance floor. The girls are drinking fast and dancing together between drinks. It doesn’t take long for a couple of guys to move in on them and split off into couples. The first surge of jealousy hits Adin hard. The man dancing with Miranda is holding her hips and grinding behind her. He’s looking down over her shoulder at her open blouse and bare breasts. Adin can clearly see her nipples from above and her tits are bouncing and jiggling about as she moves with the music.

  That man is called away pretty quickly but another one moves in immediately. He quickly works his way behind her and cranes his neck to look down her blouse as well. His hands also move up her legs and edge up the short skirt she’s wearing. Adin can see quite a few other men watching and looking at her legs.

  A tall, well-built guy joins in dancing in front of Miranda. She meets his broad smile and moves away from the guy behind her. Sienna then turns up and both girls dance with this man for a while before leaving him and returning to their booth to have drinks.

  Adin needs a break himself and strolls over to the windows to look down at the street and get some fresh air for a minute. His phone buzzes.

  Miranda: Where did you go?

  Adin walks back to the balcony and waves, meeting his wife’s smile – the booth directly below him.

  Adin: Just getting some air. It’s harsh up here with this smoke.

  Miranda: But are you having fun?

  Adin: Not looking to punch anyone yet.

  Miranda glares up from below. Adin waves and goes to the window for a few more breaths of fresh air. When he returns to the balcony after 10 minutes the well-built guy from the dance floor is sitting with the girls. He’s on one side of the booth facing them seated together. They’re chatting and laughing. Adin can’t hear what’s being said over the noise in the place. There’s a man either side of him looking down into the booth, and Miranda’s tits are easily viewed, jiggling every time she laughs.